Tuesday, July 18, 2006


The night’s gift of freedom
A strange and eerie place
Singing praises of days gone by
Quietly sealing your fate.

Immortal in life’s belief
Steadfast in the night’s thoughts
Faithfully hiding the truth
Impuned to all that is taught.

Hope is the sacrificial lamb
Running down its altar are
Pure and innocent thoughts
So precious, like a new born.

The moon gives the eyes
A better, crisper scene
Stripped naked of all there is
Uninhibited to simply be.

Darkest side of the moon
Lurking in the shadows
Carrying life through
Straight onto the other side.


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